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I wonder whose house la knight will break into next

[anomalisa92]

[anomalisa92]

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warnings: unprotected sex, daddy kink, biting, dirty talk, choking, fluff, minor praise kink.

a/n: the final part! Apologies for the delay. i’ll be uploading a list of people i write for if anyone is interested in requesting. enjoy!

As soon as you enter the bathroom, you perch on the edge of the bathtub, watching Cody set the temperature of the water in the glass shower. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, he begins to undress, keeping his eyes on you. As much as you try not to stare while he undresses, you can’t help but bite your lip watching him.

“What?” he smirks.

“I’ve never seen all of you at once,” you say. “I’m excited about it.”

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckles, finally removing his boxer briefs so he’s naked in front of you. “What do you think?”

“Do a spin, let me see the rest.” With a laugh, he does as you ask, holding his hands out to the sides and doing a slow 360 in front of you. “I love you,” you laugh.

“I love you, too,” he replies, holding his hand out to you. As you gently place your hand in his, Cody leads you into the oversized shower, closing the glass door behind you.

Showering with Cody was something you had frequently thought about. Vivid images of being soaking wet, pinned cheek first against the tile of a shower while Cody slams into you from behind, both of you moaning in an almost obnoxious way — the thought stayed at the back of your mind every time you were present while he showered.

But this is different. Cody is gentle, getting down on his knees to help clean every inch of you before cleaning himself. He chats with you the whole time, mostly idle conversation about work, but stopping every now and then to make sure you’re okay.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling you so your back is against his chest, standing under the shower head. His arms wrap around your frame holding you loosely against him. “Is there anywhere in particular you want to go today?” he asks. “We can do anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” you say with a contented sigh. “You can show me the sights. It doesn’t even have to be anything fun, honestly.” When Cody chuckles, it rumbles through your body, and you drop your head back against him, angling to look into his head. “You’re in charge, daddy,” you add, with a teasing grin.

“Mmm,” Cody hums, closing his eyes. “Keep talking to me like that, we won’t be going anywhere today.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You really love having a smart mouth,” Cody mutters, pressing his head against yours, his mouth beside your ear. One of Cody’s hands presses against your throat, fingers curling and pressing just enough to make you pull in a breath. “I could get you off in every room in this house, and it still wouldn’t be enough for you,” Cody mumbles. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

———

Cody is quietly mumbling the lyrics to the song that plays on the radio as he casually drives with one hand gripping the steering wheel. You try to discreetly look at him from your spot in the passenger seat, taking in the more relaxed outfit he donned for your day out.

“This feels different,” you say, to Cody.

“What does?” he asks, lowering the volume of the music to hear your response.

“This,” you say. “Being in a car, hanging out with you. I don’t know, it’s just a different vibe.”

“Probably because you were grinding on my face a couple of hours ago,” Cody teases, which causes a flush to spread over your skin. You let out a shy chuckle, so Cody reaches across the center console to take your hand. “Seriously,” he laughs. “Things are different, you’re right. I don’t know about you, but I like this a lot better.”

“Yeah, I like it, too.” Cody gently pulls your arm across the console, kissing the top of your hand and keeping your fingers laced with his, placing them both in his lap. “What are we gonna have for dinner?” you ask, laying your head against the headrest, craning your neck to peer at Cody.

“Anything you want,” he says. “Name it, and I’ll make it.”

“No, that’s too much pressure. You pick.”

“Hmm,” he hums, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “I have an idea. There’s a grocery store that I really like a few miles away…I can run in to grab a few things.” You glance out of the window, taking in the variety of shops lining the street. An idea crosses your mind, a way to surprise Cody.

“Is there a place nearby...that sells, like…clothes?”

“Of course,” Cody chuckles. “A lot of stores around here sell clothes. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Uh, not…really,” you reply, trying to think of a response that will be vague enough to keep Cody in the dark about what you are planning. “Maybe like a mall close by or something?” Cody glances over to you, his eyes narrowed behind his aviators, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

“There’s a plaza,” Cody says, looking back to the road. “It’s a little further past the grocery store. They have a ton of shops there, I’m sure you’d be able to find what you’re looking for there. If you’d like, I can drop you off to get whatever you need while I pick up the food. Would that be cool?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “That’s fine.”

After a few moments, Cody pulls onto a parking lot and you begin to read the signs of what shops are located in the plaza. Dior, Balmain, Versace, Cartier.

“Woah, this seems…” you look at Cody. “I wasn’t talking about stuff like this. This place looks expensive. Just a regular mall—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Cody interrupts, parking the truck in a spot at the back of the lot. “I’m sure there’s a place in here that has just the kind of clothes you’re looking for.” You watch as he takes his wallet from the center console, pulling out several hundred dollar bills before holding them out to you.

“Cody that’s, like, a thousand dollars,” you say, pushing his hand away from you.

“I can give you my credit card instead. I want you to get whatever you want, babe. Whatever you need.”

“But, Cody—”

“Come here,” he says, beckoning your closer with a crook of his finger. You both lean in towards one another, resting your weight on the console. His free hand gently grasps your jaw to keep you in place, your eyes locked. “I know you’re fine taking care of yourself,” he says softly. “But you have got to let me take care of you sometimes, too. What's the point of having money if I’m not gonna spend it? Especially on you.”

“Fine,” you sigh, allowing him to place the money in your hand. Before you pull away, Cody’s grip on you tightens, keeping you close so he can place a kiss on your lips.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “I’ll bring you up to the door.” He relaxes back into his seat, pulling from the parking space and waiting in the traffic of the aisle. “Did you know that my favorite color is yellow?” Cody asks, suddenly. When you look at him in confusion, he looks back at you, a small grin on his lips; you finally catch what he’s implying.

“Yellow’s a nice color,” you nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” Cody nods, pulling the truck up to the entrance of the plaza. “Take your time, no rush at all. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” you reply, slipping the money into your bag. You lean back across the console, giving Cody another kiss before opening the door and exiting the truck. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

———

When you arrive at Cody’s house, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving Cody to begin the process of cooking. Once alone in the bathroom, you pull the yellow lingerie from the bag you got from the plaza. While yellow has never been a color that you frequently found yourself wearing, you have to admit that as you look at your reflection in the mirror, you like the way the bright colored lace looks. You pull your jeans and shirt on once again to keep some element of surprise, before heading down the stairs towards the kitchen.

You take a sip of your water as you watch Cody across the kitchen from where you sit on the counter. He’s stirring a pot of sauce on the cooktop, his face remarkably focused for such a simple task. You have to stifle a laugh but smile wider at the sight.

“It’s not polite to stare, ya’know,” Cody says, not looking up from his work. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll have to come over there and teach you a lesson.” With this, he shoots a glance to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I was just thinking about how you look so much better without that horrible mustache you had when we first met,” you reply, gesturing to his face, earning a laugh from Cody. “And as much as I miss your dark hair, the blond has sort of grown on me…the neck tattoo, though, I don’t know. It does make me want to bite your neck. Was that the idea for the placement? Sort of a target?” Cody sets the spoon down and crosses towards you, his jaw clenched as if he is irritated. When he comes to a stop in front of you, standing in between your legs, he sets his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“Babe,” he begins, deeply. “You’re making it difficult for me to keep my hands off of you right now. I was planning on this being a nice, romantic dinner, but if you keep throwing me looks, and running your mouth, I’m gonna spread you out on the table instead. You know how long we’ve been waiting to do this.” He drops his gaze from your face to look between your bodies, before pulling in a deep breath and looking back to you. “Once I get a taste of you, I won’t wanna stop,” he whispers. “And then that just spoils the delicious dinner I’ve been making for us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. “I didn’t mean to distract you.” He chuckles quietly, giving your thighs a quick squeeze as he moves back toward the cooktop.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered. “Just over here trying to cook a fuckin’ nice dinner, and you’re getting my dick hard.” You laugh, taking another sip of your water. “Did you have fun today?” he asks, changing the subject.

“It was okay,” you reply, nonchalantly. Cody’s head snaps up, confusion in his eyes. “I'm just kidding,” you laugh. “I had a great time. I love spending time with you. Being able to be out with you…holding hands, being cute…I loved it.”

“Good,” he nods, setting the spoon down again to turn towards you. “And now you’ve got me for the whole weekend. We can do whatever you want.”

“Did you just tell me that I can do whatever I want to you?” you ask, with a teasing grin.

“Now, babe,” he says, smirking while he shakes his head. “You know better than that.” He turns the stove knobs to a lower setting before he crosses the kitchen to stand between your legs once again. “Who’s in charge?” he whispers.

“You are, daddy,” you respond.

“That’s right,” he grins, leaning in towards you. His gaze falls to your mouth, the faintest smirk still on his lips, before he pulls his attention back to your eyes. “But because daddy likes to treat his baby girl right,” he begins, grabbing onto your hips and yanking you forward to the edge of the counter. “We’ve got a few minutes…”

He smirks, pulling you from the counter so you can stand before him; he walks you towards the sofa, sitting down and pulling you to straddle his lap. Before Cody can speak, you grind against his lap, feeling how he’s already getting hard under his gray shorts.

“Don’t be a tease,” he warns. “C’mere.” You dip your head down and press your lips to his, allowing the man to deepen the kiss. His hands grip your thighs tightly, helping you grind down against him, both of you moaning in response. As his hands begin to slip up the sides of your shirt, fingers digging into your skin, you kiss down his cheek towards his neck. “Careful,” Cody mumbles, as your teeth scrape against his neck.

“Didn’t you say I could leave marks?” you breathe against his skin, dragging your tongue slowly along the outline of his tattoo.

“I did,” he replies. “And you can…but if you get me going—”

“You won’t want to stop,” you tease, echoing his words from earlier. “Promises, promises.” You bite his neck, listening to the groan he lets out as he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you tighter against him.

“You’re…” Cody speaks through his teeth, fingers digging into your skin so hard you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises. It drives you to bite his neck again, this time harder, which causes Cody to react. His arms wrap around your frame, flipping the two of you over so he has you pinned down on the sofa. “What did I tell you?” he whispers, settling on top of you, between your thighs. “Hm? At the hotel…what did I promise you?”

“You said a lot of stuff,” you tease. Cody takes your hands in his, lacing your fingers and pinning your arms to the sofa above your head.

“Have you gotten sassier?” he asks. “I said I was gonna make you mine. Remember that?” He leans towards your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and grinding against Cody. He maneuvers to hold both of your wrists with one hand, taking his now free hand to cup your breast over your shirt. “Fuck,” you whisper, pulling your knees around his waist as Cody continues to bite your neck.

As Cody’s hand starts to bunch up your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, he stops suddenly, pulling back from you so he can sit up on his knees. For a moment, you’re not sure what he’s doing, until you smell the burning coming from the kitchen.

“Goddamnit!” Cody exclaims, vaulting from the sofa, and scrambling towards the kitchen. You listen for a moment from your place on the sofa, hearing clanging and slamming, mixed with Cody swearing in anger. “Motherfucker,” he groans.

Hurrying into the kitchen, you find Cody standing in front of the cooktop, waving a chopping board to fan the smoke away from the burnt roast he had just removed from the oven, pausing briefly to turn the range hood higher. You bite your lip, keeping yourself from laughing as you watch the aggravated look on Cody’s face. After a moment, once the smoke has dissipated, Cody tosses the cutting board onto the counter top, and turns off the hood. With a loud sigh, he places his hands on his hips, staring at the ruined food.

You feel a laugh building up, and though you try to stifle it, a slightly choked breath comes out. Cody’s back is still facing you, but you can see the way his posture changes. He turns his head so you can now see his profile, and the scowl on his face is still noticeable.

“Did you say something?” he mutters.

“No,” you reply.

“That’s funny,” he begins. “Because it sounded like…you were laughing.” You part your lips, prepared to defend yourself but Cody continues. “What is it?” Cody asks, turning around to face you fully now. His face has relaxed, but his eyes are lit up, something devious hidden within them, something playful. “Are you nervous because now that the food is burnt…that means there’s nothing keeping me from fucking you until you’re begging me to stop?”

You are so focused on Cody’s eyes piercing through you that you don’t realize he’s walking closer to you. When he’s just a few feet from you, the urge to run overtakes you, so you turn on your heel and dash through the house, laughing in delight. You can hear Cody running behind you, but you’re certain he’s intentionally letting you get away, likely running slower than he normally would, just to play with you.

You’re halfway up the stairs when Cody, still hot on your trail, catches your leg with his hand, causing you to stumble forward onto your hands and knees. As you make contact with the stairs, you’re thankful that they are carpeted, but you quickly flip onto your back so you can see Cody.

“Where d’you think you’re going, huh?” he breathes out, slowly walking up the stairs towards you. “Running away from me like that.” With a smirk on your face, you scoot up the stairs, still trying to get away from him. “My good girl likes to be bad sometimes, hm?” he continues with a devilish grin spreading across his lips.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you lock eyes with Cody, and pull your shirt over your head to toss to the side. His smile grows wider, even more devious, as he braces both of his hands on the railing and the wall on either side of of the staircase.

“Damn,” Cody whispers. “Yellow is your color, babe.” His head tilts to the side, finding your gaze. “But I hope you don’t think that’s gonna make me take it easy on you,” he adds. “In fact…” He trails off, taking another step up to be closer, leaning in towards you.

As Cody’s face is now next to yours, close enough so you can feel his breath on your lips, you feel your own breathing hitch. Cody’s fingers make find your jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and dragging down the zipper. Keeping eye contact with you, he uses both hands to work your jeans down your legs and throws them to join your shirt on the stairs.

“All lace…” he breathes, looking down at your clenched legs, and gently pushing your knees apart to get a glimpse between your thighs. “I’ll bet you drenched straight through ‘em, huh?” He reaches between your thighs, slowly rubbing his thumb over your damp panties.

“Cody,” you whimper, your body lurching slightly at the sudden contact. He grins at you, bringing his thumb to his lips and licking the taste of you from his skin.

“What was it that got you so worked up?” he asks, dropping onto his knees on a lower stair so that he’s eye level with your panties. “You liked getting chased?” You nod slowly, watching Cody leaning in between your thighs, with his eyes still on your face. “Of course you did,” he chuckles, his breath blowing out across your already flushed skin. “Daddy’s bad girl.”

Your eyes stay on Cody as he gets closer and closer to you until finally you feel his breath blowing over you through your soaked panties. Without warning, Cody’s tongue presses against your panties, near your entrance, licking all the way up to your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, spreading your thighs wider. Cody chuckles against you, sucking gently on your clit through the soft lace of your panties. “Cody,” you whine, pressing your hand to the back of his head in an effort to pull him closer.

“Mhm,” he hums against you, pulling from between your thighs, licking his lips. “If this wasn’t our first time, I’d fuck you right here on these stairs.” He climbs up the stairs so he is now kneeling between your legs, eye level with you. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything you want, daddy,” you reply, as you grab Cody’s shoulders, pulling him towards you for a kiss. He chuckles against your lips, slipping an arm behind your back to pull your body flush against him, while his other hand grabs your thigh.

As he continues to kiss you, he tightens his hold on you, standing up from the stairs and lifting you up with him. A small gasp escapes your mouth, and you break the kiss to hold onto Cody more firmly.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he mumbles. “I’ve got you.”

Cody carries you towards the bedroom, gently dropping you onto the mattress. As he undresses to his briefs, he keeps his gaze on you, making sure you stay focused on him. After your eyes momentarily flit to his gray briefs, desperate to get an eyeful of just how hard he is, you find Cody smirking when you fix back on his face.

“What is it that you think about when you’re staring at me like that?” Cody asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs to draw your attention back to his hips.

“Right now…I’m thinking about earlier…” you mumble. Cody tugs his briefs down his legs to remove them and slowly starts to stroke his hand over his erection as he eyes you up.

“Yeah?” he asks, moving to the edge of the bed. “Which part? The part where you squirted all over me, or the part where you were deepthroating me?” A flush breaks out across your skin at the way Cody speaks, intentionally teasing you just because he can. “Both?” Cody chuckles. “Of course you were. You’ve been aching for this to happen for years.”

“Cody,” you whine, watching his hand still slowly working over himself. “Please, please just fuck me.” He smirks wider at your needy tone, moving onto the bed so he can kneel between your spread legs.

“You know I’m not letting you off that easily,” Cody replies, grasping your thighs to pry your legs even wider. His hands stay on your legs, but slide around towards your soaked panties, his fingers delicately rubbing your inner thighs as he goes. “You are so goddamn beautiful,” he mutters, pressing one hand on the mattress next to your head to brace himself as he leans in to kiss you softly.

Both of your hands maneuver quickly to his back, desperate to pull him against you, which he allows. As soon as your skin makes contact with his, you feel as though a spark ignites your whole body, causing you to pull your knees around his waist as if to beg him for more contact.

“Fuck,” Cody breathes into your mouth, as he gently grinds himself against your panties. He breaks the kiss, to your dismay, but sits back onto his haunches, eyeing the way you shift your hips impatiently.

Cody uses one hand to pull your panties to the side while the fingers of his other hand glide through your wetness, gathering as much as he can. The whimper you release is not of your own accord, which causes a grin to spread across Cody’s face. Your eyes lock onto his hand, his fingers dripping with your juices, as he uses it to coat his length.

The words escape you, watching Cody stroke himself this way feeling almost too intimate for you to handle and briefly, you begin to pull your thighs together. Cody, feeling your legs tighten around him, shakes his head.

“No, no,” he mumbles. “Look at me. Don’t get shy, baby girl, it’s just me and you.” With his fingers still hooked in the leg of your panties, he slides his erection into your panties, rubbing against your clit.

“Oh, God,” you whine, when Cody lets go of your panties. The material holds snug against the both of you now, keeping his cock pressed against your slick.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Cody breathes out, leaning over to brace himself on top of you to kiss you again. He gently rocks his hips so that he grinds the underside of his length against your clit inside of your panties. “Talk to me,” he says, kissing your cheek, along to your jaw.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whisper, closing your eyes and pressing your head against the pillows. “You’re so good at teasing me and working me up. You could get me off just like this.” Cody groans against your skin, biting your neck as he rocks his hips faster.

“I don’t want to get you off yet,” Cody says, kissing his way back to your mouth. “I want to feel you come…I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Cody kisses you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen it, but he pulls back again too soon for your liking. This time, you grab him by the shoulders and pull him to you again so you can continue to kiss him. Cody chuckles against your lips, allowing you to be in control for the first time. He continues to grind himself against your clit, but pulls back just enough to drag the head of his cock to your entrance. You gasp into Cody’s mouth, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes.

You take the lead, sliding your hand between your bodies to wrap your fingers loosely around his shaft. Cody doesn’t break eye contact with you but his smirk falters when you tease the tip of his erection against your folds again. This time you help him finally ease inside of you, Cody taking over the action so he slowly pushes himself as deep as he can.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out, closing his eyes so he can remain still for a moment. Your breaths are coming in quick pants as you try to adjust to his size. “You okay?” Cody asks, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re so fucking big,” you manage.

“Yeah? I can tell you’re not used to this, you’re squeezing me tight already.”

Cody stays still a few more moments, keeping his eyes locked with yours. The way Cody stretches you hurts the slightest bit, however, it only turns you on more; you’re sure Cody can see the effect he’s having on you and chooses to wait for you to acclimate.

“Fuck me,” you whisper. “Please, Cody…”

“God, that’s hot,” Cody mutters to himself.

Cody adjusts to pull your thighs around his waist, your feet pressed flat to the bed. He braces himself with his hands on the mattress, as he pulls his hips back slowly until only his tip is inside of you. He peers down between your bodies, watching as he sinks back inside of you achingly slow. The soft moan that Cody lets out as he feels you stretch around him sends a shiver through your body, causing you to tighten your knees around his waist.

As though he senses your eagerness, Cody begins to move his hips a little faster, maintaining eye contact with you as he does so. The grin spreads wider across his face as he scoots himself closer to you, rocking into you a little faster as he lower his hands brace on either side of your waist. You hook your legs around his waist, urging him deeper each time he thrusts and panting out a few obscenities under your breath.

Cody drops his head to kiss you again, quickly working towards your neck to leave some bites in his wake. He becomes so focused on what his mouth is doing, his thrusts begin to slow. You watch as he kisses down to your lace clad breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“Cody,” you whimper, pressing your hand on the back of his head to keep him in place while he keeps slowly fucking you. Cody takes the hint and sucks on your nipple through the lace. You buck your hips against his motions, letting out a desperate groan. “C’mon, Cody,” you plead when Cody’s mouth moves to torture your other nipple. “Fuck me harder.”

“Baby girl,” he says, his hot breath blowing out against the now wet lace that covers your nipple. “I’ll give you everything you need…you have to be patient.” He gives your nipple a quick, teasing bite, making you yelp and buck your hips again.

“I wanna see you,” you murmur, pressing your hand to his shoulder so you can push him back. Cody chuckles, keeping himself buried inside of you as he sits up on his knees and presses a hand against your hip to keep you in place.

You watch him as he runs his free hand through his hair as he starts rolling his hips to resume his previous pace. You’re sure he’s not trying to look quite as sexy as he does at the moment, and you want to kick yourself for how silly it sounds in your mind. Still, your eyes are taking in every inch of him as he pins your hip to the bed and fucks you steadily.

“Let’s get rid of these,” Cody mumbles, using both hands to rip your panties off of you. It makes you gasp, the action catching you off guard, and you briefly think about complaining that he’s ruined your new panties, even though he paid for them. “I’ll buy you more, don’t worry,” he chuckles, noticing the look on your face. “Trust me, as good as they looked on you, I’ll buy you one in every fucking color.”

Cody makes his thrusts more languid, making sure he gets deeper each time, so decide to give him a bit of a show. Reaching down between your legs, you trace around your folds and allow your fingertips to tease over the base of Cody’s erection as he continues to thrust. A soft exhale escapes Cody’s lips, his eyes trained on your face as if he’s trying to figure out your next move.

Once your fingertips are wet, you bring them to your lips, licking the taste of yourself from them. Cody hums in approval, his grip on your hip tightening. Your free hand cups one of your breasts, kneading it and playing with your nipple, still keeping your eyes on Cody.

“Let me see,” Cody mumbles, tugging at the strap of your bra to slip it down your shoulder. You do as instructed, slipping your arms out of the straps so you can pull the cups off of your breasts. “Keep touching yourself,” Cody instructs, thrusting more forcefully, a slapping sound beginning to ring through the air.

You continue to follow Cody’s instructions, cupping your breasts and toying with your nipples while you watch between your bodies. Cody rolls his hips against you, both of his hands now holding onto your hips to keep you steady while his movements become faster.

“You’re fucking me so good, daddy,” you whine, your voice needier than you thought possible feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach. “I think I’m gonna come already…”

“Already?” Cody teases. “Fuck, it’s that easy with you?”

As you part your lips, preparing to defend yourself, Cody begins to rub his thumb on your clit. You gasp, your body lurching from the contact, and you grab Cody’s forearms. He smirks wider, breathlessly, fucking you harder as he continues to tease your clit.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” Cody moans, leaning his head back to pull in a deep breath. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Let me feel it.”

You dig your nails into Cody’s forearms, desperate to work your hips to meet his quick thrusts, but he has you pinned down so forcefully, you are unable to move. His thumb works faster over your clit, sending you hurtling towards your climax.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…I’m…”

Your climax hits you hard, tremors rolling through your body as Cody doesn’t relent with his actions. You kick your feet slightly against the mattress, heels digging in, trying to wiggle away from Cody as you feel yourself become overstimulated. Your grip on his forearms tighten, nails digging into his skin.

Momentarily you wonder what you must look like beneath Cody, moaning with tears stinging at your eyes, your legs pulling tighter around him, body trembling. Cody, who is letting out his own needy groans, starts to slow very slightly, his eyes locking on your face. As a tear rolls down your cheek, you can see Cody’s concern, but you shake your head quickly, biting your lip.

“Choke me, daddy,” you beg, not recognizing the sound of your own voice. “I wanna come again. Make me your good girl.”

“Yeah?” Cody asks, wasting no time in wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, daddy,” you choke out.

Cody’s fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your air as he pounds into you harder and sloppier. One of your hands trembles as you reach to rub your clit, desperate to climax again. Your other hand still grasps Cody’s forearm, making sure he doesn’t pull away too soon.

“You’re gonna come again, huh?” Cody pants. “I can tell. You always get off this fast or is it just because daddy’s doing it right? Choking you until you get off?” Your jaw goes slack, feeling your second climax beginning to creep up in your stomach. “That’s it,” he mutters. “Come for me again, baby. That’s my good girl.”

As soon as your climax starts to hit you, Cody releases his grip on your throat and you let out a strangled moan, followed by more desperate, obscene moans. You had never heard yourself sound so whiny and needy, and it almost embarrasses you, but you see Cody’s reaction - he loves it. He leans over you, pressing against you and helping you wrap your legs around him by holding onto your thighs. He again fucks you through your climax, your voice growing hoarse for the borderline screams you’re releasing.

“Where do you want it?” Cody breathes against your ear, fucking you harder, deeper than you thought possible, your orgasm still rolling though your body and clouding your thoughts.

“My pussy,” you rasp. “Come in my pussy, daddy. Fill me up.” Cody growls, the pace of his hips uncontrollable as he pushes to his own climax.

Your body almost becomes numb as you feel what you’re sure is another orgasm working though you. Cody finishes inside of you, the sensation unlike anything you’ve felt before. You bite his shoulder to muffle your moans, scraping your nails down his back. Cody’s moans ring in your ears; vulnerable and sexy, one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

You’re overstimulated, your body shaking of its own accord, and you want to shove Cody off you to get a break. However, he slows his thrusts until he finally stops, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he relaxes on top of you.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, threading your fingers through his short hair while your other arm wraps around his shoulders.

“I’m not just saying this…but that was probably the best I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle breathlessly.

“Mhm,” he hums, slowly pulling back enough to kiss you. The kiss differs from what he just did to you — soft and tender compared to rough and relentless. When the kiss ends, he gently pulls out of you, but maneuvers to sit on his haunches again. “That’s a beautiful sight,” he mumbles, peering between your thighs, fixated on the way his come seeps from your overworked sex.

When Cody softly touches your folds, your body jerks, but he uses his free hand to soothingly rub your thigh. Cody’s fingers gently work into your entrance, pushing back everything that has dripped out. You whine, shifting your hips, body still overstimulated. When he retracts his hand, you take hold of his wrist, tugging him closer so you can lick his fingers clean.

“Mmm,” Cody hums, kissing you once you finish. “I wish I could have had you that night at the arcade. I would have danced with you in your room, and held you until you fell asleep. I wish it wouldn’t have taken us so long to get here.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, emotions beginning to get the better of you. “We’re here, that’s what matters.” He grins widely, nodding his head in response.

After giving you another quick kiss, he gets up from the bed and leaves the room for a few moments. You want to follow, but your body feels like it’s made of concrete, weighing you into the mattress. You instead close your eyes, reliving the last few days in your mind as you try to figure out how you got so lucky.

“Baby girl?” Cody’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you find him standing beside the bed in a tank top and shorts. “I think you fell asleep for a second,” he laughs softly, scooping you from the bed and carrying you down the hallway into the bathroom. You notice the bathtub is filling up with water, the scent of roses in the air, presumably from the bubble bath that Cody had added. “Here,” he says, gently setting you back onto your feet so you can hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “The temperature should be perfect. I got the bubble bath from the grocery so it’s probably not the best, but it’ll do for now.” You smile up at him, nearly getting lost in his eyes as he gently removes your bra. “Take a bath, relax,” he continues. “I’ll see what I can scrape together for dinner. And then we can cuddle up and watch a movie like old times. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like I’m in love with you,” you reply.

“I hope so, because you’re stuck with me now.” You share a small laugh before Cody kisses you once more, this time deeper and with more passion. After a moment, he breaks away and lets out a deep sigh. “I can’t get worked up again,” he mutters. “Neither of us will ever leave the house if that happens. Besides, we still have time before we have to fly out for the next show. We should conserve our strength.”

“Good point,” you nod with a laugh. Cody helps you into the bath and you almost immediately feel your body begin to relax. He crouches down beside the tub, cupping your jaw to rub his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

With one more quick kiss, Cody exits the bathroom, switching the light off to allow the two candles on the sink to illuminate the space. You rest your head back against the tub, staring up at the ceiling as you think further back to the start of your friendship with Cody. Everything else seems like a waste of time, and you kick yourself for not admitting your feelings sooner. However, you think, tonight was a step in the direction to make up for lost time.

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I just want to say that after Cody finished his story he can gladly finish me.

Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk.

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I'll Look After You (18+)

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🤍 Summary: Cody Rhodes takes care of you after taking a bump during a match, but ends up caring for you in more ways than one…

🤍 Pairings: Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader

🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Language, Smut

🤍 Word Count: 2,298

It's always have and never hold You've begun to feel like home yeah What's mine is yours to leave or take What's mine is yours to make your own Oh, oh Be my baby

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar as you pinned your opponent. The referee raised your arm in victory as you smiled out at the sea of people clapping and celebrating your win. You slip under the bottom rope and onto the ground, catching the proud gaze of your mixed tag team partner, Cody Rhodes, from the corner of your eye. You return a sideways smirk as you notice a slow trickle of blood flowing down your forehead.

Quickly distracted by the crowd around you reaching out their hands, you showered the fans with recognition. Stopping to sign an autograph for a young fan, a firm hand suddenly gripped your waist. "Meet me in medical.", Cody spoke into your ear. You bid your farewell to the crowd and trailed Cody backstage. By the time you caught up to him, he had already disappeared. You made your way through gorilla, briefly pausing to acknowledge the praise from your coworkers as you passed.

Heading down a stretch of white hallways backstage, the booming sound of the announcer's voice echoed off walls, growing fainter with each step. You turned the corner when, from the opposite side, Cody pulled you inside through a random doorway. "Umm…this isn't medical," you said. "Umm…I know.", Cody retorted playfully. "They're backed up, so I'll take care of you here." You glanced around the small room containing a sink, a small mirror, some cabinets, and an examination table. You paused to nervously wash your hands as Cody looked on. "Guess I took a little bump out there.", you joked, looking in the mirror at the blood dripping down the bridge of your nose.

"Come here.", said Cody, approaching you from behind. He gently cleaned your face with a wet cloth and applied pressure over your cut to slow the bleeding. Your breath became shallow as you looked up at him, noticing his focused attention on taking care of you. You couldn't ignore the strong attraction that you felt for Cody ever since you started training together. You tried your best to push it aside and focus on work, but it was always present, especially during moments like these when you were alone and could feel his body against yours.

"Sit down," commanded Cody, motioning toward the exam table. You hoisted yourself up on the edge. Cody stood in front of your dangling legs. As Cody disinfected your wound, you felt a slight sting on your skin. He avoided eye contact with you and focused on your forehead while affixing a butterfly closure to your wound. He then turned his back to you, threw away the trash and washed his hands. You became desperate for his attention.

Finally, he made eye contact with you again. "You did great out there," he said, drying his hands. "I'm so proud of you." You gushed at these words and returned a toothy grin. "Thanks, Cody," you said. He smiled back at you. Cody had been an excellent mentor. He not only guided you and showed you the ropes, but he was also highly protective of you. "I'll look after you.", he always promised. You were grateful to have someone always on your side. However, you had not fully admitted that you had developed feelings for him. These feelings became more apparent the more time you spent together. You kept how you felt buried deep inside for fear that he might not feel the same.

Cody stepped toward you, his tall figure towering over you. "How's your forehead feel?" he asked. "Fine," you replied. Your heart raced as your knees made contact with his thighs. His thumb lightly brushed over the bandage. You tried to stop your bottom lip from trembling as his hand touched your face and you gazed into his piercing blue eyes. "Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you something." He said, breaking the silence. "Yeah?" you asked. "I've been thinking about you.", he said softly. "A lot…" He held onto the back of your neck and gazed deeply into your eyes, his lips just inches away from yours. You spread your knees open, inviting him in. His lips suddenly met yours, and you closed your eyes as twinkling stars danced behind your eyelids.

You were fully embraced as he explored your mouth with his tongue. He turned off the light by the wall. "Is this okay?" he asked. "What if we get caught?" you asked nervously. Cody gave you an amused look. "Well, luckily, the door locks.", he said, pulling at the locked door to show you. "Y/N, we don't have to do this if you don't want to.", he said, letting go of you.

No, you didn't have to, but you wanted to. You wanted Cody more than he seemed to realize. "You gave me a taste.", you said, pulling him back towards you. "And now I want more." He kissed you with a smirk, his every movement controlling you completely. You were utterly powerless.

He laid you on your back and stood between your dangling legs, pushing his body weight on top of you. His hand grazed your chest and stomach as he controlled you with his tongue. His hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the outside of your swollen lips. You purred in his ear as he held his face close to yours, observing your expression. "You deserve to be congratulated.", he said, stroking his fingers over your bare skin. "For being such a good girl." You moaned to him as a long finger entered your slickness. "You like that?" he whispered. "Mhm," you replied. He spread your juices around before entering you with his fingers, his thumb rubbing over your clit. "Fuck!" you trembled, clawing into the back of Cody's neck. Cody's chest heaved against yours, his growing erection grazing your thigh. "Cody." you whimpered. "I'm right here, sweetheart.", he joked. "God, you're so wet.", he breathed. Your flood gushed over his fingers. He pulled out of you, licking you from his fingers with a look of satisfaction.

You remained speechless as you processed what was happening. Cody sat you up, peeling your metallic top away from your chest. You pulled him in for another kiss, your hands barely grazing his muscular chest. "You can touch me.", he said, noting your hesitation. You tried to relax, but you couldn't shake your nervousness. Cody was larger than life in your eyes, and here you were half naked in front of him. "Don't be afraid. I won't bite…unless you want me to.", he said with a sly smile.

He took your wrist and pressed your hand into his chest, gliding it down his stomach. He let go, signaling you to take the lead. Your hand fell dangerously close to his growing bulge. He leaned in to kiss your neck. "Touch me, Y/N," he whispered. You cupped the contours of his hardened length through his pants.

He began leaving wet, sloppy kisses against your heaving chest. His mouth sloshing against your skin mirrored the flooding of your center, which was becoming gushy and wet. He gazed at you beneath him in amazement. You attempted to steady your breathing, but his piercing stare on your bare skin made your attempt feeble. "I'm so grateful for you, Y/N. I hope you know that.", he said. Cody was such a gentleman. You could tell he was digging to find the least awkward way to let you know that he wasn't using you for just a cheap fuck. "I-I'm grateful for you, too.", you stammered. "You've helped me so much, I-"You stopped mid-sentence as Cody started removing your shoes and tossing them aside. "You what?" he egged on. Your thoughts dissipated as Cody lifted you to standing, holding you against his warm body. "Hm?" he teased.

"I- uh… I'm sorry. I'm nervous.", you said. "I can tell.", laughed Cody. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked, pulling your bottoms to the floor. "I like it.", Cody continued darkly. You held your breath as he kneeled in front of you. Cody left sweet, short kisses along your skin, making your arms and legs prickle with goosebumps. He looked up at you as if daring you to say something. Not breaking eye contact, he spread your legs wider and slowly entered you with his tongue. You caved immediately, accidentally letting out a moan that was so loud it could have been heard from the hallway.

"Oh, so you wanna get caught, huh?" teased Cody. "You were so hesitant before, but you really want everyone to hear me make you cum." "N-No!" you squealed. "I mean, yes!" Cody laughed at your confusion brought on by the way he assaulted you with his tongue. Cody found your rhythm immediately. With each swirl of his tongue, your legs caved to weakness. You eventually ended up grasping the table behind you for support. "Feel good?" Cody asked. "Y-yes!" you stammered, stroking his silvery blonde hair approvingly. Numbness took control of your Iimbs as a fire burned and erupted at your center like a volcano. "F-fuck, Cody. I'm gonna cum.", you announced desperately. Cody swallowed your sweet nectar, catching each drop before it dripped too far down your inner thigh.

He hoisted you up, relieving you of the burden of your own weight. "Mmm, I've always wondered what you taste like.", he said. He positioned you back on the edge of the table. You could see the outline of his erection under his tight pants. He showered you with sweet nibbles as you recovered from your orgasm. "Doing okay?" he asked thoughtfully. "Yeah." you nodded. He dropped his pants to the floor. You couldn't help but admire his length as he rolled on a condom. He noticed you observing him and seemed to enjoy the attention. "You gonna cum again for me?" he asked. He leaned over you, brushing the head of his penis against your entrance. "Yes, daddy.", you replied. A twinge of embarrassment lingered as you realized what you had just said to him, but he didn't seem phased by it. Instead, he was occupied by admiring your body sprawled across the table before him.

"Your whole shy girl facade is such a fucking act, isn't it?" he teased. He entered you slow and deliberately, eyes transfixed on your expression. "You just want to get fucked good, don't you?" Barely managing to keep quiet, your muffled moans escaped as small quivers. You thought you'd completely unravel if he kept talking to you like this. "You've thought about me fucking you like this, haven't you? I bet you even dream about it.", he lamented. "Ughn! Yes, Cody! Fuck me!" you blurted. Your hand fell over your eyes as you failed to contain your whimpers. Cody grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your face. "No, look at it, Y/N.", he cooed. "We're beautiful together." You stared down at his long penis pumping in and out of you. Your walls tightened around him, inviting him to thrust deeper.

This was all too much for you to handle. Watching him inch in and out of you. The fact that this was even happening. Cody propped your legs over his broad shoulders and entered you more intensely. Grunting alongside your tapered moans. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." he breathed. His rhythm quickened, maintaining the spot that made your stomach tremble. Your breasts slapped against your skin with each motion as you struggled to hold them in place. Cody ran his tongue between them, stopping to tease your sensitive buds.

His tongue found yours, panting and desperate for every inch of attention he was willing to give. "God, you feel so fucking good.", panted Cody. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, lingering curiously. The salty taste of his skin teased your tongue as you welcomed him into your mouth. The sensation of him sliding into your sensitive spot causes your breath to sputter as another orgasm builds and releases from your center. You held Cody's thumb tightly in your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. Your body vibrated beneath him. Not long after, Cody's body collapsed on top of you. He released himself, groaning into the crook of your neck. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath. Cody brought himself up on one elbow to make eye contact with you. Your skin stuck together with his, sticky and wet. Your back stuck to the table you laid on like glue. You embraced the moment as he kissed you softly and sweetly. Suddenly, the implication of what you had just done washed over you like a wave, making your stomach swim uncontrollably. "Cody…" you started. "What is it, gorgeous?" he said, sweetly caressing your face. "I- I hope this doesn't change…" you trailed off while he listened intently. "Change what?" he asked. "Us?" he continued. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"Well, I think it's clear we're more than just friends now.", he said. "Right.", you said. "I just really care about you. I don't want to lose you!" you stammered nervously. "Oh, sweetheart…I don't think you understand…" he said. "Now you're not gonna be able to get rid of me." He smiled down at you reassuringly. You kissed him again, relieved he seemed to feel the same way, although you had difficulty expressing yourself. "In fact…" he said, standing up and helping you peel yourself off the table. "I was kinda hoping you'd travel with me on my tour bus. Hope it's not too late to cancel your flight." Your face glowed with excitement. "I think I can arrange that.", you replied as you dressed. He pulled you in for a tight hug. "Good. Because that was just a preview.", he said into your ear in a near whisper. "Tonight you can be as loud as you want."

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Knight On The Town - la knight

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(warnings: suggestive ending, nothing explicit)

(pairing: la knight x f!reader)

(word count: 1k)

(requested)

(y/n) and LA Knight hadn’t had a proper date night in what felt like ages. With their demanding schedules as WWE superstars, they were constantly on the road, traveling from one city to the next, leaving little time for romantic evenings together. However, fate smiled upon them when an extra night in NYC unexpectedly gifted them the chance to spend some much-needed quality time in the city that never sleeps.

As they stepped out into the vibrant streets of New York City, (y/n) felt a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Dressed to impress, she couldn’t wait to explore the iconic sights of the Big Apple with LA by her side.

LA Knight, always the epitome of charm and confidence, flashed a grin as he offered his arm to (y/n). “Tonight’s all about us, babe. Ready to make some memories?”

“Absolutely!” (y/n) replied, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she linked her arm with his. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”

Their first stop was Times Square, where the dazzling lights and bustling energy of the city enveloped them in a whirlwind of excitement. Hand in hand, they marveled at the larger-than-life billboards and soaked in the electric atmosphere, feeling like they were at the center of the universe.

“Can you believe we’re finally here together?” LA whispered, his voice filled with awe as they stood in the heart of Times Square.

“It’s surreal,” (y/n) agreed, leaning into his side as they took in the spectacle before them.

Their next destination was Rockefeller Center, where they ice-skated hand in hand beneath the iconic Christmas tree. LA twirled (y/n) around the rink with effortless grace, laughter echoing in the crisp night air as they reveled in the simple joy of being together.

As they warmed up with hot cocoa, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel grateful for this stolen moment of intimacy amidst the chaos of their busy lives.

Their adventure continued as they made their way to Macy’s, where they wandered through the dazzling displays and indulged in a bit of retail therapy. LA teased (y/n) as she tried on different outfits, their banter filling the air with laughter and affection.

“Remind me again why we don’t do this more often?” LA quipped, flashing a mischievous grin as they perused the racks of designer clothes.

“Because we’re always too busy kicking ass in the ring,” (y/n) replied with a playful smirk, enjoying the rare opportunity to let loose and indulge in some downtime.

As the night wore on, they made their way to the crown jewel of their evening—the Top of the Rock observation deck. Hand in hand, they ascended to the breathtaking vantage point, they were greeted by a panoramic view of the glittering city skyline.

“Wow,” LA breathed, taking in the sweeping panorama.

“It’s incredible,” (y/n) agreed, leaning against the railing beside him.

“Look at that,” LA marveled, pointing toward the Empire State Building. “It’s like the heart of the city.”

“And there’s the Chrysler Building,” (y/n) added, tracing the silhouette of the iconic skyscraper against the night sky.

Together, they took in the sights, pointing out different landmarks and sharing stories about their favorite memories of the city.

As they stood side by side, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude for this moment—their moment—in the middle of New York City.

(y/n) turned to LA, her heart overflowing with love. “I love you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.

“I love you too, more than anything,” LA replied, his gaze filled with adoration.

As they shared a tender kiss beneath the starry night sky, (y/n) knew that this night would be etched in their memories forever—a testament to the enduring magic of love and the timeless beauty of the city that never sleeps. 

—-

After a night filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable moments, (y/n) and LA Knight made their way back to their hotel room, hand in hand, their hearts full and their steps light.

As they walked through the bustling streets of New York City, the energy of the city still buzzing around them, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Tonight had been everything she had hoped for and more—a chance to escape the chaos of their hectic lives and simply be together.

LA squeezed (y/n)’s hand gently, a silent reassurance that he was right there beside her, every step of the way. His presence was a comfort, a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

As they reached their hotel, (y/n) let out a soft sigh of relief, the warmth of the lobby enveloping them like a welcoming embrace. With a shared smile, they made their way to the elevator, anticipation building with each passing moment.

As the doors closed behind them, (y/n) felt a rush of excitement course through her veins. Alone at last, in the privacy of their hotel room, they could finally let go of the world outside and simply be together.

The elevator ride felt like an eternity, every second stretching out into infinity as they stood side by side, lost in their own little world. And when the doors finally opened onto their floor, (y/n) couldn’t wait to step inside and lose herself in LA’s arms.

As they entered their room, the soft glow of lamplight greeted them, casting a warm, inviting ambiance over the space. (y/n) kicked off her shoes with a sigh of relief, her gaze locked with LA’s, a silent invitation hanging between them.

LA wrapped his arms around (y/n), pulling her close as their lips met in a fervent kiss, a silent promise of the ecstasy that awaited them in each other’s arms.

In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating rhythm of their desire and the intoxicating scent of their passion, (y/n) knew that this was where she belonged—in the arms of the man she loved, in the sanctuary of their hotel room, in the mix of pleasure and pain that burned hotter than the city lights outside.

And as they surrendered to the raw, primal instinct that drew them together, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple joy of being consumed by the flames of desire, for the love that ignited their souls, and for the promise of many more nights of ecstasy to come.

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People really get offended over every shit nowadays, huh?

And then they wanna make people who don't agree with them feel bad?

I'm really considering speaking my mind just to piss some people off 🤣🤣🤣

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I can't 😭😭😭

Slipping Through My Fingers - la knight

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(warnings: tension, worry, slight panic)

(pairing: la knight x f!reader)

(word count: 1k)

The arena was still buzzing with the aftermath of the intense fatal four-way match. LA Knight, despite his bravado, couldn’t shake the disappointment gnawing at him. He had come so close to snatching Roman Reigns’ coveted title belt, yet victory had slipped through his fingers like sand. The frustration brewed within him as he trudged towards the locker room, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions.

After changing out of his ring gear, LA stormed out of the arena, his heavy footsteps echoing in the parking lot. He fumbled for his keys, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and disappointment. The night air was cool against his skin as he slid into the driver’s seat of the rental car, the engine purring to life beneath him.

LA Knight sat behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the dimly lit streets of the city. The weight of the night’s events hung heavy on his mind, the image of Roman Reigns hoisting his coveted title belt high burned into his memory. It wasn’t just any title belt; it was the symbol of everything he had worked for, the pinnacle of success in the world of wrestling. Yet, despite his best efforts, it remained just out of his reach.

The fatal four-way match had been intense, a whirlwind of bodies crashing against each other in a desperate bid for victory. He, AJ Styles, Randy Orton, and Roman Reigns all wanted the same thing. But in the end, it was Roman who emerged triumphant, his dominance once again reaffirmed in the ring. LA had fought with every ounce of strength he possessed, but it hadn’t been enough. As he drove aimlessly through the night, he couldn’t shake the feeling of defeat that gnawed at him from within.

Leaving his phone behind had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, a desperate attempt to escape the constant buzzing of notifications and calls that served as a constant reminder of his failure. He needed time alone, away from the prying eyes of the world, to come to terms with what had happened.

—-

Meanwhile, backstage at the arena, (y/n) paced back and forth, her heart pounding with worry. She had searched every inch of the building, but there was no sign of LA anywhere. Panic threatened to consume her as she frantically dialed his number, only to be met with silence. It wasn’t like LA to disappear like this, and the fear of the unknown gripped her tightly.

As she retraced her steps for what felt like the hundredth time, she stumbled upon LA’s bag tucked away in a corner of the locker room. With trembling hands, she rifled through its contents until her fingers closed around his phone. Relief flooded through her as she realized what had happened, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of concern for LA’s well-being.

Turning to leave, she was surprised to find AJ Styles standing in the doorway, a look of genuine concern etched across his face. Behind him, Randy Orton and The Miz appeared, their expressions mirroring AJ’s own.

“What? What is it?”

AJ’s words cut through the tension. “(y/n), I saw LA drive off after the match. He seemed...shaken, to say the least,” he said, his voice gentle yet resolute.

Randy stepped forward, his usually stoic expression softened with empathy. “He’s been chasing that title for a long time. Losing like that...it’s gotta hurt. I’m sorry,” he remarked, his tone carrying the weight of understanding.

Mike nodded in agreement, his usual swagger replaced by a solemn demeanor. “Yeah, but LA’s a fighter. He’s not one to stay down for long,” he chimed in, offering a glimmer of optimism amidst the uncertainty.

Wrapped in their words of comfort, (y/n) felt a sense of reassurance wash over her. These men weren’t just colleagues; they were family, bound together by a shared passion for their craft.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I just hope he’s okay.”

With a collective nod, the trio of wrestlers stood united, their silent vow echoing in the air: no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, stronger than ever before. And as (y/n) wiped away her tears, she knew that with friends like these by her side, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

—-

Almost two hours had passed since LA Knight had stormed out of the arena, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But now, as he made his way back, the weight that had been bearing down on him felt lighter somehow, as if the drive through the city had helped to clear his thoughts.

Pulling into the parking lot, LA cut the engine and sat for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He knew he couldn’t hide forever; sooner or later, he would have to face the music. And with that thought in mind, he pushed open the car door and stepped out into the cool night air.

As he approached the entrance to the arena, LA’s heart began to race with anticipation. He wasn’t sure what to expect - anger, disappointment, maybe even pity - but he knew he had to face it head-on. Steeling himself for whatever lay ahead, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

What he saw next stopped him dead in his tracks.

There, in the dimly lit hallway, was (y/n), her eyes searching desperately once again for any sign of him. And when her gaze finally fell upon him, a mixture of relief and concern flooded her features, washing away any doubt or hesitation in his mind.

“(y/n)...” he breathed, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders in an instant. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them, wrapping her in a tight embrace as if to reassure himself that she was real, that this moment was real.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I shouldn’t have left like that. I just...I needed some time to clear my head.”

But before he could say anything else, (y/n) silenced him with a soft kiss, her lips warm against his own. And in that simple gesture, LA found the solace he had been searching for, the assurance that no matter what happened in the ring, he would always have her waiting for him on the other side.

[anomalisa92]

BIG SMASH!!! And if that makes you mad, I'd smash him even more 🤣💚

Has Randy Orton or MJF been done yet?

MJF's poll was posted on New Year's Eve 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/wrestler-smash-or-pass/738241995810766848/maxwell-jacob-friedman?source=share

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I'm sorry Pat

Most Beloved WWE Wrestler Tournament

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-:"You were absolutely badass there, and I'm here for it" trope prompts:-

(When your favorite writer posts again👀🤭 pumped this list out two days ago, so posting it rn)

By @me-writes-prompts

Person A and Person B were minding their own business when a drunkard decides to walk to Person A and starts yelling at them randomly, so Person B get up and push them away while shielding Person A.

^^"I love you so much, you know that?” “Hmm, he deserved it.”

When you have difficult carrying all the groceries, so they appear and take all the bags from you with ease and a teasing smile.

When they lift you up in their arms like you’re easy weight

“They are my partner, and I will not stand anyone being disrespectful to them.” They say, as they shield their partner against the world. THIS TROPE<333

When they have a secret skill you didn’t know about, and when you find out, they don’t even seem fazed that you’re so amused and in love with them and their everything.

^^“What? You know I told you that I took engineering in college.” “Well…I didn’t know you were a secret hacker.”

“The speech you gave back there to the enemy…*licks lips* it was hot. Very hot.”

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You're killing me man🥲

-:“We could be together, forever.” Yearning prompts for your otp:-

By @me-writes-prompts

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to be apart and never see each other again?”

“You left and I stayed. You never looked back to see if I was still there.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you drifting away?”

Person A and Person B were always close, but the closeness was soon questioned by everyone. The question was, what were they? Friends or something more?

Person B having to stay silent about their feelings for Person A because they didn’t want to ruin what they had for what they could have.

“We could be something more than this. Something we both want, something we both feel.”

Person A having to watch the Person B having a romantic partner, while they have feelings for them but they can’t tell them because Person B is happy and that’s what they had always wanted.

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?” “You know the answer. You know it all.” “I want to hear you say it. It’s now or never.”

“I want us to be…be lovers. Please. I don’t want to hate you. I can’t, I never did, and never will.”

[anomalisa92]

Since you won't let people answer you 🤣

First of I never said that he's black and second, not a single word in my post was racist. Some of y'all want to be a victim so bad, it's ridiculous.

People disliking a black person = racist!

People not agreeing with you = racist!

A white person saying anything = racist!

Also I don't have Twitter for a reason, maybe you should try it too 🤣

So sick of Seth talking shit about Roman every week..like please stfu... you have had so many opportunities and still exist within your privilege by clearly being injured and not having your title stripped... true the Bloodline story has run its course but let's not act like once Roman is done that it won't be the same song of another white boy being the top guy...and it being probably decades before another man of color ever has this opportunity again

[anomalisa92]

I'm sorry but what the fuck?

I have NEVER heard anybody bring skin color into this topic. It has absolutely nothing to do with it. People are sick of Roman because it's just not entertaining anymore, not cause of his skin color!!! If that would be the case then why are people rooting for R-Truth so hard at the same time???

Not everytime a black person gets "hate" it's because they're black!

That's the same nonsense as people calling me racist just because I don't like Bianca Belair. Has the fact that she's black anything to do with me not liking her? NO!!! But apparently it's racist to dislike a black person 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

So sick of Seth talking shit about Roman every week..like please stfu... you have had so many opportunities and still exist within your privilege by clearly being injured and not having your title stripped... true the Bloodline story has run its course but let's not act like once Roman is done that it won't be the same song of another white boy being the top guy...and it being probably decades before another man of color ever has this opportunity again

[anomalisa92]

My new hoodie! I absolutely love it ❤️❤️❤️

Love it when my brain let's me be creative

[anomalisa92]

My feelings while reading those: 📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉

"i take it back, i'm sorry"- reactions to making someone cry

prompt list by @novelbear | cw for some very slight cursing!

"are you crying?"

"no, don't do that wait-"

"oh, stop with the tears.."

"i didn't mean it like that, hold on."

"was it something i said?"

"shit, no, that's not what i meant."

"oh, honey."

"there you go, let it out."

"suck it up."

"this was supposed to make you happy!"

"aw, don't cry sweetheart..."

[giving them a panicked hug] "no, no, no, no!"

"i should have stopped, i'm sorry..."

"what? what now?"

"you're so emotional. it's cute."

"good. now you know what it's like."

"how can i make this up to you?"

"i didn't mean to make you upset, you know."

"oh come on, it was a joke!"

"you always do this. making me look like the bad guy."

"my poor baby, i'm so sorry."

"did i scare you? sweetheart..."

"i mean i knew you'd like the gift but not this much..."

"ice cream? a movie? hugs? what do you want? name anything."

"why do you act like you're the only one with feelings? how do you think i feel?"

[anomalisa92]

God damn😭😭

fluffy romance dialogue prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “please stop before i fall in love with you!”

♡ “you are my home too, you know?”

♡ “stop being so pretty, it hurts.”

♡ “you need help.” “no, i need you.”

♡ “what’s your problem?” “you, apparently.”

♡ “you are beautiful, my jaw was on the floor the first time i saw you, just thought you should know that.”

♡ “the guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”

♡ “i am yours just as much as you are mine.”

♡ “you want me to shout from the rooftops? because damn it, (nickname) i will.”

♡ “do you like me?” “something like that..”

♡ “ah, so you’re like my book boyfriend now, huh?” “what on earth is a book boyfriend?”

♡ “i’m not going to sit here and pretend like you don’t own my heart, like i haven’t been yours since the moment i saw you.”

♡ “you and me?” “always.”

♡ “i can’t stand you.” “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”

♡ “read to me.” [how to make a bookworm fall in love with you 101]

♡ “i don’t deserve you.” “yes, you do.”

♡ “i know you better than you know yourself.”

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